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oh man I'm asking for trouble. LOKI, TIME LOOP/TIME TRAVEL

An adolescent Loki, still a century or so short of his majority, discovers a time travel spell in a forbidden grimoire, and desperately wishes to try it. Of course, time magic is illegal, so he has to be cautious; he ultimately chooses to go down to Midgard to test the spell, since it’s a backwater realm and not densely populated. It’s a fair place for a test run, and one where he’s unlikely to cause a paradox by running into his future self – after all, what possible reason would he have for wanting to go to Midgard?

Of course, the premise of the spell is imperfect. It’s theoretical, and has never worked. But in his studies, Loki thinks he finds the problem – the key to making it functional. So he modifies the enchantment. 

But the spell exists in a kind of quantum uncertainty, where casting it creates a bifurcated timeline; in one branch he succeeds, and leaves the timeline; in the other he does not, and remains in his present.

Loki however, wants to discover what destiny lies in store for him, and the exploits of his future self. Traveling to a future in a world he hasn’t occupied is useless to him – so he modifies the spell even further, to forcibly merge the timelines.

Unfortunately, this creates a massive quantum instability of a universe where there are two Lokis, and where the spell simultaneously failed and succeeded (The one Loki who time-traveled, and the other Loki who only remembers the spell not working and getting yelled at for a long time for trying when the Allfather found out).

And of course, the younger Loki – the one who traveled – is now on Midgard in the modern day, and is attacked and taken into custody by the Avengers for reasons he doesn’t understand.

It’s a strange and terrifying future, and he is beginning to have regrets. But he manages to convince the Midgardians that he isn’t who they think he is once Thor of all people turns up. Why his brother’s future self is spending time on Midgard, Loki also can’t fathom, but he’s relieved to see him all the same.

And Thor…

Thor’s heart is swelling and breaking all at once as the truth emerges, because this is the brother he remembers. This is his Loki; before it all went wrong. And now his friends can see how his brother once was, when he was witty and clever and hadn’t been lost to madness and cruelty.

But the Loki who has been lost – the mad and cruel Loki – is still at large. There are two Lokis now: past and present, and their simultaneous existence is weakening the fabric of reality. All too quickly, younger!Loki realizes that he can’t go back, either – if he goes back to the origin point of the spell, that conscious version of him will cease to exist as the timelines collapse, and only the version who grew into the Loki-who-fell will remain. 

And Loki doesn’t want to stop existing; doesn’t want to die

But the universe is tearing itself apart. There can only be one Loki. And so he comes up with a plan.

Loki is going to kill his other self.

I Believe in Derek Hale (Part Two)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Alpha!Reader

Word Count: 2800

Warnings: none (for now); SPOILERS FROM 6B

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale (mentioned)

Author’s Note: Here’s the second part! I’m glad the first one liked you; if you also like this, please let me know! Thank you! Flashbacks are in italics


PART ONE


The car trip to Quantico makes me think a lot.
What was life before that night, before Scott became a werewolf? How was Derek Hale’s first life?
Normal.
It’s the only thing that comes to mind; I almost don’t remember anything about my ‘previous life’.
But when Scott had become a werewolf, and I was still human, I had hope: sooner or later, at least for some of us, things would return to normal. Not for Scott though.
Nothing is more normal for me, my brother once said. At first, I didn’t understand his words; until, one day, I became myself a werewolf.
The day when one of Deucalion Alpha - Ennis - bit me.. the most horrible day of my life. As soon as I knew what was happening to me, I hid myself. I was afraid; fear for myself. Afraid to say to Scott. The first to find me was Stiles, but just because I was so stupid to hide in his bathroom.


“Stiles.. please. Don’t tell Scott.”
Stiles approaches me slowly. He is scared, I feel it. I am also afraid of myself. He kneels so our eyes meet.
“Scott will find it anyway, Y/n.”
“I know. I want to tell him. But.. I can’t calm down, I can’t breathe..”
The tears wet my face, and I close my eyes, feeling the irises change color. I have not yet seen my eyes in the mirror; I don’t have the courage. I try to hold the tears, but I can’t. I try to breathe regularly, but I can’t. I no longer have control over myself.
Stiles gets up and leaves the room for a few minutes, leaving me alone. I hear him talking to someone on the phone - in fact, to argue. After a while, Stiles is back next to me.
“I called someone who can help you. Everything will be fine.”
The first person I think Stiles called, is Lydia. Second, Allison.
About thirty minutes later, someone rings the doorbell Stilinski. Stiles comes down to the first floor of the house to open the door. I hear everything now. I can hear every step, every breath, every beat of his heart.
I cover my ears for nothing to hear, but it’s useless. The steps of Stiles and the other person is getting closer and closer.
“She’s in the bathroom.”
The door opens slowly and I am breathless when I see in front of me the only person I never imagined to see.
Derek Hale.
He approaches and kneels in front of me. I just look at his eyes to calm myself. And they aren’t even red.
“How are you?” he asks me.
I can’t answer; I would say ‘I’m a sucker, thank you.’ but I’m breathless. Why do I feel that way? I feel like.. stunned. Maybe that’s because he’s an Alpha.
Derek sighs, and after getting up, he gives me a hand to help me lift. Me and him go to Stiles’s room, where the latter is waiting. I don’t move away from Derek, indeed, it almost seems that he is my only salvation at this time.
“So, she’s fine?”
“She’s under shock. I’ll take her home. ”
“You can’t!” screams Stiles, a bit too loud, “Scott is at home, and she doesn’t want him to see her like this. She must remain hidden for at least a couple of days.”
“And where do you want me to bring her?”
Derek seems annoyed; I didn’t blame him. It’s been a while since he’s finally in control of his beta; now, Stiles is asking him to look after me. Real hassle.
“I don’t know Derek. But you are the only one who can help her; tomorrow night there is a full moon, and she was transformed a few hours ago. She didn’t even have time to understand what is really happening, that tomorrow will lose control.”
I’ve lost control, I think to myself. Why? Why did Deucalion choose me? Why did he want me to become a werewolf? And he couldn’t choose a better day? Just the day before the full moon. Suddenly, I remember the first full moon of Scott. I froze; Derek felt immediately, and turns to me. He looks at me for a few seconds, and then sighs, once again.
“Okay, I take her to my house.”
Stiles makes a sigh of relief, and he thanked Derek, almost hugging him. He approaches me, and embraces me, telling me to trust Alpha. But a few days ago, Stiles wasn’t to say that we shouldn’t trust Derek?
A few minutes later, I’m sitting in Derek’s car; he drives, and I look like a walking dead. I watch the world out, around us, and it doesn’t look the same anymore. Yet, the plants are always the same, the sky is always the same. I am changing. I look at the moon; tomorrow evening will be full. What will happen to me?
Derek stops the car; we are in a place I’ve never seen. It is not the old house of the Hale in the woods, and it is not the old abandoned station.
“Get out.”
I do exactly what he orders me. We enter the structure in front of us, and after a few ramps of stairs, we enter into a loft.
“Welcome to my home.”
I didn’t know that Derek had a house of his own; probably this doesn’t even know Stiles, or Scott. That’s why he brought me here, no one knows this place. Only him, and me.
“You need to rest. The bed is all yours; I will sleep on the couch.”
Derek closes the door behind us as I walk toward the center of the room.
“Wear this.”
I turn to look into his eyes; he holds a shirt a bit too big for me, but comfortable enough to sleep.
However, I don’t want to undress; I don’t want to wear the shirt, I don’t have the strength to do anything. It’s as if I have drained all the energy I had in my body. Or it is just a psychological problem.
I head to the bed without saying a word. Derek, however, doesn’t seem to be happy with my gesture; he grabs my wrist and turns violently toward him. I feel his gaze penetrating into the skin, but I don’t care. At this time, I just want to close my eyes and reopen them the next day, discovering that in reality all this is just a dream.
Suddenly, Derek’s hands lay on the button of my jeans. My body froze as he begins to undress me. He lowers my pants gently, his hands touch my naked and cold skin.
I feel a strange flicker at the stomach at the same time as Derek takes off my boots and pants. Derek stands up, and our eyes meet; his gaze doesn’t seem to want to get off mine, when he, clutching the hem of my shirt between his fingers, pulls it off.
After he has put his shirt, Derek looks at me, then he moves away, going to sit on the couch. I lie on the bed, where I can see Derek, his gaze fixed on me.
I lie on the back, and I close my eyes, hoping that the next day will be better than this.
…but who am I kidding?


After finally getting to Quantico, I park my car, and I head to the FBI headquarters. Fortunately, I’m a cop; if I had been an ordinary person, I couldn’t even pass the gates.
It takes about ten seconds to find Stiles, which means the time to go over the large glass door of the federal structure. I see him running and hug me, probably happy to see a familiar face. He is my brother’s best friend since he was little, and now I consider Stiles as my second little brother.
“So what do you think about this story?” he asks as we walk through the corridors; there is no time to lose, our first step is the office of the agent who deals with the case of which Derek is suspected.
“I think Derek doesn’t kill people. And he didn’t kill those werewolves.”
I expect some response from Stiles to defend our friend; instead, he only nods. I look at him confused, not understanding his strange attitude. I grab him by the arm, and oblige him to turn to me.
“You don’t think it was him, didn’t you?”
“No!”
Stiles doesn’t seem to be convinced of his answer, but we don’t have the time to continue the conversation, one of his professors approaching us, telling Stiles that his lesson is about to begin.
“Let’s talk about this later. Agent Walker’s office is just around the corner. Good luck.”
After that, Stiles leaves me alone, to think about the doubts that surely he has on Derek. Does he really think Derek might have committed mass murder? I shake my head to eliminate these absurd thoughts from my head, and I prepare for the conversation I’ll have with an FBI agent.
Just as Stiles had said, I just walk around the corner of the corridor, the first door I find in front of me is Walker’s. I knock a couple of times, before I heard someone in the room to tell me to come; After that, Stiles leaves me alone, to think about the doubts that surely he has on Derek. Does he really think Derek might have committed mass murder? I shake my head to eliminate these absurd thoughts from my head, and I prepare for the conversation I’ll have with an FBI agent. The office is so small that inside there is only a small desk - full of papers - and a chair where a boy is seated. He is fixed on some cards in front of him, but when I close the door - a little too strong to attract attention - he looks up, and his brown eyes meet mine.
“Hi.. you are?”
“Y/n. Deputy of Beacon Hills.”
“What does a deputy do with the FBI?” the agent asks with sarcasm. Five seconds, ten words, and he’s already annoying me.
“I would like to have information on a case that you are working on.”
He smiles, and without saying anything else, he gets up and approaches the door, gently opens it. He wants me to leave.
“I’m sorry, they are private information.”
“I have not even told you what the case is.”
“Here at FBI all the cases we deal with are private.”
He invited me again to leave the room, but I don’t give up. I put a hand on the door, and I slap violently, jumping the boy; he doesn’t seem so authoritarian as he wants to look like. I approach him threateningly, our faces a few centimeters away; I feel his heart, it beats so strong that it almost comes out of his chest. He’s afraid. Good.
“Listen to me, Agent Walker,” I say, looking at the nameplate he proudly put on his desk, “the case I’m talking about is mass murder. And one of your prime suspect is a boy of my town. So, in part, this case is also part of my jurisdiction; instead, you are investigating about him without even asking the Sheriff of Beacon Hills explanations. You want the case to be yours, keep it. I just want to read the files on this survey, look for my information, and then go home.”
He swallows, embarrassed and afraid of the situation; maybe I’m going to convince him.
“Ehm.. I couldn’t give it to you..”
I sigh; he’s a tough guy, but I’m more stubborn than him, and I will not leave this room without the cards I need.
“I see. Then I think I’ll go talk about it with your superior. Then I’ll have to tell my superior too, and I think they will be very angry. And finally, I’ll have to talk to the superior where murder happened… in Brazil, right?”
I open the door again, and I leave, leaving the agent alone, and hoping that he will believe in my words, and give it away.
“W-wait.”
I smile. Screwed.
I turn around, and the boy has been already behind me, with a couple of dossiers in his hands; he gives them to me, while I know that his hands are shaking. What a candy-ass, I thought the FBI was badass people.
“Twenty-four hours. Then you’ll have to bring them back.”
I nod, and after greeting him –and thanking him, of course- I leave the office, waiting for Stiles to return.


Stiles takes longer than expected with his lessons, so I decide to go to some bar to eat something, and start reading the files concerning Derek.
The first thing I look at is the autopsy of the bodies found in Brazil; as Stiles had said, all of them had claws, and fangs. They were transformed when someone-or something-killed them, and after that he ripped off their eyes. I imagine their pain while being tortured and wounded. I didn’t know any of them, but to see people like me, like Malia, my brother, like this, shape me a strange anger in the chest; as if they were my brothers.
Perhaps this is what Derek meant, the first time he told Scott that they were brothers, because they were werewolves. When Derek did the same talk to me, I started to laugh, perhaps because they were odd words, maybe because I didn’t want him to be just a brother to me. I shake my head driving away these strange memories from the mind. I don’t have all the time in the world, there is no time to remember. I have to find Derek. Perhaps after understanding this story, he could help me with what’s happening at Beacon Hills. Would he help me? And what will Braeden think? Are they two still together? I shouldn’t ask myself these questions; it shouldn’t matter to me. Not anymore.
The bar door opens, and I look up, looking at Stiles coming in and sitting next to my table. He apologizes for late. I immediately remembered the conversation between me and him a few hours earlier, interrupted by his professor.
“So, did you find out something by reading these?”
“Do you think he did it?” I ask Stiles, avoiding to answer his question. He looks up at me, and I already feel his heart beat a little faster. He swallows, and rubs his hands on his knees; he is nervous.
“Y/n.. I don’t know what happened. I think Derek wouldn’t kill wolves for no reason.”
“So if he has a reason he would kill them?”
I feel the anger invade my body, but I try to stay calm; I don’t want to scare Stiles. I don’t want to argue with him, but I want to understand why he has those doubts about Derek, the one who saved him, me and the others many times.
“I didn’t say this. It seems so much that you feel like it’s not him. What if it was him?”
“It wasn’t him, Stiles.”
“But if he did, Y/n?”
I look down, looking at the files in front of me, the photographs the FBI agents did when they found the corpses, the people putting one over each other. It couldn’t have been him; Derek is not like that.
He is not.. a monster.
“There’s only one way to figure out if it was him. Find him.”


During the night, I decide to stay in a motel. Relaxing on the bed, I keep reading the dossiers; Derek is the main suspect because a man confirms that he has seen him at the crime scene. This man claims that he and a group of men had found the corpses, and that after they left, Derek Hale found him.
The file doesn’t say anything else. How is it possible? What happened next?
I sigh, and tired, I close the file, and put it on the bedside table beside the bed. Tomorrow I have to return the file to the agent, and I didn’t figure it out anything to find Derek.
I watch my phone; the desire to call Derek is high. Even though he definitely will not answer, after about five minutes, I pick up the phone, and sitting on my bed, I type his number.  It goes to voicemail.
“Hey Derek, I’m.. you know who I am. I need to talk to you, I need to see you. Strange things are happening in Beacon Hills. And I’m following a survey, and you’re the main suspect. I know it wasn’t you. I.. I think I know. I hope you hear the message.”


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anonymous asked:

What's your opinion of the Prince of Egypt movie?

i sent a pestilence a plague into your house into your bed into your streams into your streets into your drink into your bread! upon your cattle, on your sheep upon your oxen, in your field into your dreams into your sleep until you break until you yield! I - sent - the - swarm - I - sent - the - hoard - thu'saieth the looooord 

once i called you brother, once i thought the chance to make you laugh, was all i ever wanted (ISENTHEFIREFROMTHESKYISENTTHEFIRERAININGDOWN.) and even now, i wish that god had chose another, serving as your foe on his behalf, is the last thing that i wanteeeeeeeeeed (I SENT A HAIL OF BURNING ICE ON EVERY FIELD ON EVERY TOWN!) THIS was my home, all this pain and devastation, how it tortures me inside, all the innocent who suffer, from your STUBBORNNESS AND PRIIIIIIIIIIDE (I SENT THE LOCUSTS ON THE WIND SUCH AS THE WORLD HAS NEVER SEEN FROM EVERY LEAF ON EVERY STALK UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT BUT GREEN!I - sent - my - scourge - I - sent - my - sword - thu'saieth the looooord you who i call brother, why must you call down another blow, is this what you wanteeeeeeeed  I - sent - my - scourge - I - sent - my - swoooooooord LET MY PEOPLE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (THUS SAITH THE LORD) THUS SAITH THE LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORD 

you who i called brother, how could you have come to hate me so, is this what you wanted  I - sent - the - swarm - I - sent - the - hoard - then let my heart be hardened, and never mind how high the cost may grow, this will still be so. i will never let. yoooour peeeeeeeopleeeeeee go. (THUS SAITH THE LORD) thus saith the looooooooooord i will not let. (let) your- (my people) gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Quicker Hamilton Facts

Y’all STILL ALSO need to realize:


Lafayette go soooo drunk once that his brother-in-law had to drag him home


Hamilton’s ship caught on fire coming over to America


Jefferson had a mockingbird named Dick


He also owned a goat that killed someone


After being told about Hamilton’s death, Jefferson became quiet and aloof as he quickly found Burr to arrest him.


EVERY. FOUNDING. FATHER. HAD. DADDY. ISSUES


Which is why Hamilton didn’t want to get close to Washington in fear he would be a father figure and let him down.


Washington refused to respond letters from the British because they didn’t address him correctly.


Hamilton was claimed dead after destroying British supply in and trying to cross a river with British gun fire only to show up soaking wet later while everyone was drinking to his memory 


When Lafayette came back to America before his death, he and Jefferson hugged and cried with each other 


They said God Bless to each other


AND Jefferson and Lafayette did a lot of weed and a lot of alcohol


Washington liked to pretend his knife and forks were drumsticks and play music on tables


Despite common belief, Hamilton would often make time for his family and would often right home to Eliza about how homesick he was


Martha Washington outlived four children and two husbands and said the worst day of her life was went Jefferson came to visit.


Laurens was getting out of bed when he hit his head on the ceiling


Hamilton was supposed to go on Washington’s boat during Valley Forge but he wasn’t used to this thing called “winter” and often got sick a lot.


Thomas Jefferson told his grandchildren to flirt with everyone despite their gender so everyone would like them


Jefferson had an expensive bust of Hamilton in his house for no other reason than he wanted one.


Burr set himself on fire trying to light a candle on fire with gunpowder.


TWICE


Hamilton was not only gay for Laurens, but also for the spy John Andre.


He said Andre was too pretty to be hung


Franklin and Adams shared a bed and fought over whether a window open was good for your health while you slept.


Franklin won because he ranted so much that Adams fell asleep.


Lafayette often joked about his name, saying “It’s not my fault, I was baptized like a Spaniard, with the name of every conceivable saint who might offer me more protection in battle”


When George Washington was 17, a girl stole his clothes just to see him looking for them while naked.


Eliza had a mourning ring which she worn on a ribbon around her neck and had a lock of Hamilton’s hair


Engraved inside the ring was the day he died and how old he was


Lafayette was buried under soil from Bunker Hill in France


During World War 1, General Pershing and a perade went to Lafayette’s grave and said “Lafayette, we’re here!”


Sooo…America help Lafayette in a war, just a little toooo late.


After Hamilton’s death, Eliza referred to her late husband as “my Hamilton” and “my Alexander” 


When giving tour of her home, she would stare for many moments at a bust of Hamilton and would whisper “my Hamilton”


Burr bought a coconut for about $40 today because why not.


Hamilton was called “The Little Lion” because of his mouth and small stature.


Burr would often refer to Hamilton as “my dear friend Hamilton, whom I shot”


Burr was attacked by bedbugs and proceeded to sleep on the floor for 6 hours


Burr’s daughter, Theodosia, was lost at sea.


Burr had sex with A LOT of ladies in Europe…after he killed Hamilton

8

There were once three brothers who were traveling along a lonely winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too treacherous to pass, but being learned in the magical arts, the three brothers simply waved their wands and made a bridge. Before they could cross, however, they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. It was Death, and he felt cheated. Cheated because travelers would normally drown in the river, but Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic and said that each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.

When making your brother an ARMY backfires …

Me: Mom, after the divorce, when you leave Dad, you don’t plan on staying single forever, do you?

Mom: I’ve never thought about it, why?

Me: Well, there’s this guy. A Korean guy.

Mom: A Korean guy?

Me: Yeah, can I set you up with him?

Mom: Uh, how on Earth did you get in contact with a Korean man? We live in South-Asia.

Me: I have my ways.

Mom: I need details.

Me: Well, he’s 45 years old, you’re 40. It could work out.

Mom: Name?

Me: Bang Shi Hyuk.

Mom: Anything else? Has he been married before?

Me: Nope. He has seven sons, though.

Mom: S-SEVEN SONS? HOW DID HE END UP WITH SO MANY? THATS LIKE A WOLF PACK!

Me: No, they’re all older than me. And very well-behaved, too. Like they’ll take care of you. Not the other way around.

My brother *walking into the room*: One of them wrote a song with the lyrics, ‘I’m a master, baby, with your bra.’

Mom: WHAT? THAT’S HORRIBLE!

My brother: And if you think they’re brothers, it’s anything but that. Incest left and right.

Mom: What kind of nonsense-

My brother: Oh and one wants to be Sex Porn Star.

Me *shoving hand over my asshole of a brother’s mouth* It’s not like that. They’re really nice. They do their homework-

My brother: Their youngest failed his English exam.

Me: They’re modest-

My brother: Their computers get invested with viruses because they watch too much porn.

Me: They go to bed on time-

My brother: Two of them play videogames until five in the morning.

Me: They’re down to earth.

My brother: Their eldest thinks he’s worldwide handsome and once said his own mother cried when he was born because she could never be as beautiful as him.

Me: They’ll help you with the house chores-

My brother: One of them said he wants to be a rock in his next life so he could sleep and not do work.

Me: They’re very quiet and not noisy like-

My brother: They scream on the top of their lungs when they’re excited no matter what the setting.

Me: They’re super smart-

My brother: Once, during this interview, they were asked what their favourite American food was and one of them said Sprite. No joke.

Me: They dress well-

My brother: Did I mention this really short one stripped down at an award show to flash his abs?

Me: Mom, don’t listen to him! You’ll inherit a company-

My brother *snorting*: Yeah, a company that doesn’t equally distribute lines.

Mom: Get out of my room.

Mom: Get out of my room, right now.

my heart goes out to lgbt+ people in abusive homes, in conservative homes, in unaccepting homes, and homes where they can’t come out. being trapped in a situation (especially during the summer away from friends) like that is mentally and emotionally taxing. i tried to come out to my brother once and then said ‘we’re not going to talk about this again’. gathering up all your courage and putting yourself out there for someone important to you to just say ‘i don’t want you like this’ is hard.

4

“Who are you?” he would ask her every day. “No one,” she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal…but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone…but that was not the answer he wanted. 

Loki’s New Nickname

Originally posted by wandering-in-hopeless-night

Warnings: Immense fluff, cutesie whipped cream and strawberries and chocolate syrup fights, tackling onto to the kitchen tiles, awkward choking on food, SMUT, fingering, hand jobs, oral, (female receiving) lovey dovey loki

A/N: The wonderful Delilah ( @papi-chulo-bucky ) helped me write some of the smut for this, i became bloody clueless. the (*)  in certain parts of Loki’s speech is a quote (linked)  I’ve used from a blog I found, (trust my you’ll like the sound of it)

Word count:  4812

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You were wondering around the tower, a book in hand and your reading glasses in the other. You had just finished a sparring session with Steve, showering and then putting on some lounging clothes; a baggy vest and some pyjama shorts with some fuzzy socks.

Times had changed with the Avengers; grudges were slowly dissipating, mutual dislike turned to civility and Thor and Loki had become loving brothers once more.

Loki was usually isolated in his own mind, he was a social vampire when it came to gatherings; you wouldn’t get a word out of him unless you invited him into the conversation. He became a good man- it took him a while to earn the trust of the people around him and it took him a while to learn how to control his powers to use them for reasonable purposes.

Everyone was still skeptical about him, though, especially Clint. The whole mind control back in New York made the man uneasy and on guard constantly. Natasha had to keep distracting him whenever Loki joined everyone in the living area, for the man shot imaginary arrows in his general direction.

You had reached said living area and you heard howling laughter. You peaked around to see everyone laughing, apart from Loki.

“What’s going on guys?” You questioned, placing your book on the stand next to where the god was sitting.

“We’ve given Loki a new nickname.” Tony snorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing it wasn’t going to end well.

“And what would this nickname be, exactly?” You arched your brow at them whilst crossing your arms across. The guys, especially Tony and Sam, kept doing shit like this and it annoyed you to no end. You wanted Loki to feel welcome here, and they were making that impossible for him.

Horny.” You heard Loki mutter softly. You turned and looked at him then, emerald eyes meeting your wide ones. “Because of my helmet…What does it even bloody mean?” You kept hearing snorts of laughter in front of you and sneered at the two ‘grown ups’, but you had to stop yourself from giggling.

“Y'know you’re real funny, Tony, Sam, whoever made the nickname needs to grow up.” You picked up your book and sat next to man on the leather couch. “Just ignore them, Loki, they’re children in adult skin.” You whispered softly.

“I still want to know what it means, though.” He mumbled to himself, he shifted slightly and his arm brushed against yours, the coolness of his skin behind the thin material of his t-shirt making goosebumps rise upon your skin. “What are you reading, Y/N?”

“Oh, I’m reading The Rise and Fall of the Krays. Yeah, it’s a true story about two really famous gangsters in East London back in the… 1950’s? I think? Let me double check,” You placed a finger between the pages so you didn’t lose yours, and flipped the book to look at the blurb on the back. “Ah, the 50’s AND the 60’s. I was close.” Loki gave you a small smile and returned to looking out of the window.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of soft breathing and distant conversations filling your ears, that is, until Tony piped up.

“We’re all going out in 10 minutes, wanna join, Y/N? Or are you staying here with Horny?” The man chuckled.

You usually declined going out- the hustle and bustle of busy bodies and widely socializing making you rather uncomfortable. You scoffed at Tony’s childish words.

“I’m keeping Loki company, so no thank you, manchild.” You smiled sarcastically at Tony and then looked at Loki. You jumped ever so slightly when you noticed he was watching intently.

“You don’t have to, dear. Go out and have some… Midgardian…fun…” He cringed at word 'fun’. Loki wasn’t used to Earth, still, his idea of fun was pulling pranks and scaring the shit out of people.

“No, no, I’d like to stay here with you - don’t give me that look, Loki -” You were cut off when you heard multiple farewells, returning them briefly. “I don’t like crowds…or large parties that much.”

“Ah, I see. I hope I don’t bore you too much, petal.” You blushed at the nickname he gave you. You and Loki had grown closer during his time at the tower; small talk turned into full blown conversations, boring nights turned into ones where you could bask in each others company for hours, no physical contact became small, innocent touches, but he was still very timid, though.

You shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen area, you felt the pang of hunger reside in your stomach, so you had to eat at least something to make it go away.

“Loki, would you like something to eat? I might make some waffles.” You received a hum and a soft 'please’ from him. You quietly turned to see him take a peek at your book and you smiled slightly.

You soon finished cooking, 4 waffles in total. You plucked needed confections out of the cupboards and fridge; chocolate syrup, whipped cream, strawberries.

Before you ushered Loki over, you connected your phone to the sound system and played some music. The place was silent, so you wanted to change that. You skipped through your music list, fist bumping the air as soon as you found ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. It was one of your favourite as a young teen and you swayed to the beat whilst happily mumbling the lyrics.

“Loki, come get your waffles!” You hollered, the tall god swiftly made his way over the the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools by the island.

“I must admit, petal, I’ve never had these before.” You gasped at his confession, awestruck that he had never tasted the sweet food before.

“Oh, gosh, Loki. Here- try some of mine, I’ve got strawberries, chocolate and whipped cream. I promise, it’s really nice!” You urged, you took some on your fork and held it up to him. “Taste it.”

He timidly leaned forward and took the food from your fork, his teeth baring. As he chewed you saw his eyes roll back with a moan. You bit your lip as you saw his head roll back, exposing the fair skin of his slender neck.

“Lord, if I ever knew how good these tasted, I’d have them everyday. May I?” He gestured towards the confectionery on the table, you replied with a ‘of course’ before you dug into your own, you done good.

A soft tune came on, and you recognised it to be one of Hans Zimmer’s masterpieces. You always played his music whenever you and Loki basked in the late night silences, it relaxed him and helped him focus whilst he read, he told you.

“Could you please tell me the definition of ‘horny’ now, Y/N?” You choked on what you were halfway swallowing.

“U-um, yes, okay, er…” You stuttered, you really wanted to save Loki the embarrassment, but it felt like you were the one in said state.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Loki muttered, shoveling more waffle into his mouth.

“No- it’s just crude.” You grimaced. “It means a-aroused…” The clatter of Loki’s fork on his plate startled you out of your embarrassed dazed.

“Well, Stark is in for a thorough beating, dare I say. Not only is he humiliating me, but he’s insulting my helmet-” He stopped when he noticed you staring at him in shock, scared he would lash out and break any plates.

You noticed his amused gaze upon your face, he started to chuckle lightly.

“W-What? Loki, what’s so funny?” You laughed as you cocked an arched brow at him.

Seeing him so happy made your chest swell and a smile tug at your lips. Loki found it difficult to let loose, for he was almost on edge all the time, worrying that if he took his mind off of reality for just a second, something bad would happen.

Your eyes widened as you watched Loki swiped cream across your nose, you let out a shriek as you watched his hand dip into the little scoop of cream and swipe across your cheek, creating a giant line of the white substance.

“You…You’ve got a little something right here, Y/N,” Loki spoke, but this time, his voice was deep with seriousness. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze focused on your mouth. You watched as his finger gently touched your lip, before smearing more of the cream over your mouth.

You gasped as you felt the cream on your face, but this time he wasn’t getting off the hook. With a sudden burst of confidence, you lunged forward and with all your might, tackled him to the ground. You both landed onto the kitchen tiles with a loud thud, knocking over the stools that were beside you in the process.

“Oof!” Loki wheezed, “Ooh, my head…” He winced, holding his large hand to his head.

“Oh! Loki I-I’m so sorry!” you cried before getting to your knees and placing your hands on his shoulders. You peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of the spot he was holding, but instead was met with his trademark smirk. One that everyone knew meant trouble would soon follow.

‘Uh oh’ you thought. You immediately sat up straight, trying to make sense of why he would be looking at you that way. Before you could think, you felt two strong arms wrap around your body and pull you back onto the floor. He pinned you down with a strong arm before wiping more of the cream from your jaw to your neck. You gasped at the coldness of his slender fingers mingled with the cream and you wriggled underneath him, though he was tall and lithe he was heavy against your smaller form.

Loki managed to wipe more cream on you, not allowing you to escape from his strong grasp. His arm slipped and he accidentally wiped some of the sweetness in the valley of your breasts, both of your breaths hitching.

Loki’s playful facade fell as soon as he caught a glimpse of the small opening of your vest, which gave a perfect -and might he add, amazing view of your breasts. His eyes focused on your body, taking in every single detail it had to offer. From your chest, to your hair, all the way down to your hips. Dare he admit it, but he was enchanted by you.

“Forgive me,” he spoke, his voice soft as his eyes met yours once again. “But you truly are…one mesmerizing creature, Y/N.”

You swore on every single star in the sky, you felt your heart swell with the sensation of longing. You slowly reached a small hand to move a stray piece of raven hair away from his face, your fingers lingering on his jaw a few moments longer than they should have.

Everything was a blur as you felt Loki’s cool lips against yours, the mingled taste of strawberries and cream lingering on the supple skin. You laced your fingers into his long hair and tugged him closer to you, pressing your lips harder upon his.

You were jerked back to reality when you felt him pull away.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N, for being so bold.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Loki, I haven’t gotten sticky whipped cream and chocolate syrup over me for nothing.” You giggled, pulling him down once more. You moaned as you felt his cool tongue brush against your own, your hips unconsciously bucking to meet his in pure need. You squeaked when you felt cold fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your head to the side.

Loki’s lips left yours, placing feather light kisses against your skin in a pathway to your neck. As lips and tongue left a wet path in their wake as they lapped up the whipped cream left there, you whispered his name, the sound of your voice and the bucking of your hips against his made him groan.

“Do you have any idea how much I crave this? Crave you? The taste of you? The feel of you? (*) Oh, darling, I’ve had plenty of feelings for you since the beginning. So beautiful, so kind, compassionate. I hope my feelings are not unrequited.” Loki confessed, his mouth brushing the valley of your breasts ever so slightly, collecting the white sweetness with his tongue.

“L-Loki, I’ve had something inside me, yearning for you, for a while. I need you, please.”

With that, Loki stood up from the kitchen tiles, pulling you with him. Gently pushing you against the counter, his hands found your hips and hair, he couldn’t decide whether to bring you closer or push harder against your soft body.

You let out a small whimper as his hands slowly snaked their way down to your hips, his nails dragging along your flesh teasingly, making you suffer in the best way possible. Loki dipped his face until it was resting onto your shoulder and began pressing little kisses along your skin.

A small sigh escaped your lips as his kisses slowly began traveling to the flesh beneath your ear, his lips sucking just enough to get a reaction from you. His hands worked their way from your hips until they were resting on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slightly..

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was deeper now, yet filled with a hint of sincerity.

You felt your pyjama shorts sliding down your thighs, before they pooled around your ankles with a small plop, leaving you only in your underwear and fuzzy socks. You hastily kicked thee shorts from around your feet and your socks, sending them flying to the side of the kitchen, before leaning back into Loki’s touch as a kitten does it’s owner.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this, my love.” He confessed as he began undressing himself, slipping off the dark sweater from his body and revealing his incredibly toned torso. One that you found yourself growing extremely wet at the sight of. Loki was beautiful, despite his differences from his brother. To you, he was perfection.

“Please,” you whispered, feeling his erection pressing into your bum through his jeans. You felt his hands slowly making their way to your vest and one by one, began to unbutton each of the little buttons.

“Have patience, my love.” he smirked as he fumbled with the final button on your vest, pulling it back and letting the material slide off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath you both, revealing the soft bra underneath, Loki dragged his slender fingers across the fine lacework, admiring the beauty of such an undergarment.

You could hear his breath hitch as his hands finally rested on your breasts, his slender fingers massaged each of them softly. He dragged his thumb across your nipples, before giving each of them an experimental flick over the thin material of your bra. You arched into his touch, your mouth forming an O.

“Oh my,” you breathed as a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled away, earning a small whine from you. Loki quickly rid himself of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the floor without a single care in the world, leaving him in only his tight boxer briefs, his hardness apparent under the thin material.

“So eager, yet you listen to me so well, come, my love. Follow me to my room.”

Bending over slightly, you hastily picked up both of your scattered clothes, trying not to make your rendezvous obvious to those who came back this way. As you straightened, you gasped as Loki turned you around and bent down, throwing you over his broad shoulder, taking you back to his room.

“You cheeky bastard!” You squealed as you felt a light spank to your backside.

“Tsk, tsk. Such profanity from a pretty little mouth like yours, Y/N.” You both laughed at this, you let your arms dangle over his back and you dragged your blunt nails across his flesh only slightly, and you felt him gasp at the sensation. You got a lovely view of his behind and you smiled to yourself.

You felt Loki’s hands grip your thighs, gently digging his nails into your soft flesh. You arrived at the door then- because your felt your feet brush against the solid door. Loki turned the handle and walked in swiftly, setting you down on your feet. He twisted his body and locked the door, you watched as the muscles in his back rippled with his movements and were completely lost in him.

You were brought out of your trance when you felt Loki’s plump lips brush against yours and feather light fingertips brush against your waist. You let your mouth go slack against his, allowing his tongue to brush against yours again, mirroring the actions in the kitchen. You trailed your hands up his forearms, to his broad shoulders and all the way up to his hair, tugging slightly.

Loki let out a soft groan against your mouth, sending vibrations right down to your throbbing heat. He hunched and dragged his hands to the back of your thighs, not once breaking your ongoing kiss, and hoisted you up against him, pushing you gently against his bedroom wall. The coolness making you shriek, making Loki pull back to look into your dilated pupils.

“I’m a frostgiant, love, I don’t need my room to be warm, you should know that already…” He mumbled, placing butterfly kisses into your neck. His erection was pulsing against your heat and you ground yourself down onto him, both sighing at the tasteful friction of his hard cock against the damp heat of your panties.

He pulled you off the wall then, setting you down onto the soft mattress of his bed. He nestled himself between your soft thighs and kissed you fervently. You became nervous; you had done this before, but this was a whole different atmosphere, Loki was different to the rest of the men you had slept with. He was powerful, dominant, he was from another fucking realm for god’s sake.

Loki could feel you tense against him, “I sense your unease, but I’ll be gentle, my love, I promise, there’s no other way I would want this, with you right now…” His words were silk as he spoke and he connected your lips in a passionate kiss that made your arch your back, keening for more of him against you, you shifted your calf around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours, eliciting a sharp groan from his chest as he felt your soaked panties grind against his clothed cock.

You rocked against each other like ocean waves, his hips shifting against yours, finding that much needed friction, “My sweet girl, so good for me, buck your hips, let me feel you against me.” The soft spoken words against your lips sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him, your clothed core grinding against his once more.

Your lips broke apart, green eyes stared into Y/E/C and you felt his fingers tug at the waistband of your underwear asking for permission, and you granted him just that by swiftly nodding your head, bringing his face down to yours, kissing him deeply.

As Loki dragged your panties down your legs, your squirmed in excitement, the feeling of his cold fingers against your scorching skin making you wetter and wetter by the second. Kicking your panties off your ankles, you felt Loki set himself between your thighs once more.

“Do you want my fingers inside you, petal?”

“Mmm, Loki- please, I need you.” You soon felt to slender fingers part your wet folds, rubbing gently from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned loudly at his touch. He spread your slickness throughout your heat and slipped a single finger inside your sex, languidly probing at your g-spot.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” Loki muttered, watching you as your face contorted in pleasure, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.  “So wet, darling, so wet, all for me?” You hummed and threw your head back against the soft pillow as he inserted another finger, curling and dragging them in, out, in, out.

“L-Loki, keep going and I’m going to-to cum.” You choked. At these words Loki quickened the pace of his fingers whilst his other hand came to to toy with your sensitive clit, bringing you closer to climax, but as soon as you neared the brink he removed both hands from you, making you whine.

“You’ll cum around my tongue first, petal.” His voice was low, gravelly, and it made you take a deep breath, your chest heaved in anticipation as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them whilst keeping his emerald eyes locked onto yours, the action was so erotic you couldn’t bare it.

He proceeded to kiss you then, the taste of yourself on his tongue as his hands reached behind you to rid you of your bra, flinging it across the room in haste. The cool air of his room made your nipples harden, making Loki take the chance to tweak and roll them between his fingers, making you take a sharp breath as you arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.

He shifted down the bed and used his large hands to part your thighs, his grip tight but gentle. He blew a soft puff of cold air on your heat and you jumped.

“You are a goddess, you deserve to be worshipped properly, pleasured like there is no more time in the world, let me give you this, Y/N.” You felt Loki’s tongue lick a thick stripe up your glistening folds. His tongue gently separated your lips, nudging the small sensitive nub that was your clit. You weaved your fingers through his thick, dark locks, tugging sharply.

You gasped, feeling the amazing sensation between your legs. You had your fair share of men please you throughout your life. You’ve had them try their hardest to touch you just right, eager to find what makes you tick. But none of them, no matter how hard they tried, could achieve what Loki was currently achieving at the moment. He made you crumble beneath his touch within seconds, and worshipped your body as if it were the last thing he would ever do on Midgard.

Your fingers weaved their way into his black locks again, gently tugging them as his lips connected with your clit gave a harsh suck. Your body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched off of the bed as he pleasured you, one of hands stayed gripping your hip as the other slithered its way up your abdomen, massaging each breast.

Loki pulled away suddenly and peered up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a mischievous smirk. “Does that feel good, my love?”

“Hmm, yes, Loki-”

“That’s it, Y/N, say my name,” He intentionally groaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight through your clit and you tumbled down from the immense orgasm. You were a panting mess, writhing and yanking at his hair as you came down from your high.

“I-If that’s what your tongue can do I can’t imagine what your cock can-” Loki silenced you with his lips, the familiar taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. “No need for filthy words, Y/N” Loki muttered against the skin underneath your ear, he could feel hot precum leak from his painfully hard cock, it almost drove him insane.

You relaxed and draped your arms around his neck, basking in the temporary silence, the only sound being both your heavy breathing. You snaked your hands down towards his hips and you palmed him through the thin fabric of his briefs. A choked groan tumbled from his lips at the gentle feeling. You continued to rub your palm across the length of his erect cock through the thin fabric, making Loki buck his hips into your touch.

“You can take them off, love.” You hooked your thumbs into the thick waist band and slowly tugged them down, your small hand curved over his ass, squeezing slightly and giggling at his shocked reaction. Loki didn’t flinch when the cool air of his room brushed against his swollen length, and it didn’t surprise you; he was a frostgiant.

He kneeled and shifted his boxers down his legs because your arms couldn’t reach. His cock stood proud and tall against his pale abdomen, the pinkness of his head contrasting beautifully against the pale.

Loki hissed in pleasure as your warm hand wrapped around him, your fingers smearing the precum around his tip. You began jerking him slowly, squeezing him here and there.

You let him take over, and you spread your legs until you were completely exposed to Loki again. Your breaths came out in short little puffs as he hovered over you, his green eyes darkened with a lustful gaze. You felt your entire body humming with excitement as he reached between your bodies and grasped ahold of his cock and gently ran it along your glistening slit.

His eyes found yours once again, but this time, instead of the predatory, lustful gaze, it was filled with love and passion.

“My love, as much as I want you to take you now, have you any precaution?” Loki’s gaze was serious, and he was relieved when you murmured the words ‘I’m on contraception’.

With a languid thrust of his hips, Loki was sheathed completely inside of you. You took a moment and felt the fullness of him inside you.

Loki held one hand on your hip as the other caressed your jaw as he gazed at you.

“You are divine, my sweet girl, so beautiful. (*) I will take you. Slowly, softly. And then I will claim you. Swiftly, thoroughly. So much that you will cry out for more. Your gentle whispers of my name shall become ragged screams of exhilaration.” He claimed your lips with his he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, the lude sound of slickness along with the sound of heavy breathing engulfing your senses.

Your arms hooked under his and your nails dragged down his back, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Patience, remember what I said, Y/N.”

You became the opposite, you wanted him thrusting harder, deeper, faster, you needed him pounding into you. Your wishes came true as you felt Loki’s large cold hand inch your thigh above his slim hips. Loki began to quicken his pace, though he kept his grace and steadiness whilst sucking your lip into his mouth, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh, bringing a groan to rise from your throat.

“Ah-aaahhh, Loki I-” You hissed through your teeth as you felt bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, as he pulls out to push back in again, his head brushes against your g-spot. Loki anchors himself by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling- not too rough, and not gently either. His other hand ventures down towards your heat, his fingers begin to draw pressured circles around your bundle of nerves and you begin to writhe against him in pleasure.

“That’s it, my good girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Y/N.” You feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words, with a swift pinch to your clit with his cool fingers, you come undone around Loki’s cock, your muscles contracting against him, adding pressure to the thick vein on the underside, egging his own orgasm on.

“Ah, fuck, Y/N. You’re so good for me, petal, my goddess, let me see those beautiful eyes.” Loki’s face contorted with his orgasm, as yours did prior. You felt the hot, thick streams of cum fill you as he almost collapsed on top of you and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you scream his name.

As Loki pulled out of you, he peppered tender kisses over your shoulders and neck. He shifted to lean on his elbow to look at you in your naked glory, the sweat was apparent on both of your flesh, gleaming in the soft light emitted from the lamp next to your head. Loki stroked a single finger over the skin of your cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. It’s such a foreign feeling.”

“It’s okay, I love you too, Loki,” You pulled on a strand of his hair playfully, a smile adorning your lips, “though, I think we should shower, my hair’s gone a bit sticky from the chocolate syrup…horny.

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asoiaf meme [4/4] quotes

“Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel,” the old man had said, “the same counsel that I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. He was three-and-thirty when the Great Council chose him to mount the Iron Throne. A man grown with sons of his own, yet in some ways still a boy. Egg had an innocence to him, a sweetness we all loved. Kill the boy within you, I told him the day I took ship for the Wall. It takes a man to rule. An Aegon, not an Egg. Kill the boy and let the man be born.” The old man felt Jon’s face. “You are half the age that Egg was, and your own burden is a crueler one, I fear. You will have little joy of your command, but I think you have the strength in you to do the things that must be done. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.”

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Canon Arya Stark Appreciation Week - Day One: Favourite quote of/about Arya Stark

„Who are you?“ he would ask her everyday. „No one“, she would answer, she who had been Arya of House Stark, Arya Underfoot, Arya Horseface. She had been Arry and Weasel too, and Squab and Salty, Nan the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal … but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Arya of Winterfell the daughter of Lord Eddard Stark and Lady Catelyn, who had once had brothers named Robb and Bran and Rickon, a sister named Sansa, a direwolf called Nymeria, a half brother named Jon Snow. In there she was someone … but that was not the answer that he wanted.

Things You Missed Out On if You Never Watched the 2003 Original Series
  • The birth of Elicia Hughes
    • Which canonically happens on Edward’s birthday
  • Shou and Nina being a much bigger part of Edward and Al’s life.
    • They weren’t just some family the brothers met once. They lived with the Tucker’ for months before Nina died. 
  • Al being smart enough and advanced enough to pass the first part of the Alchemy Exam, pulling out solely because it would be dangerous for people to know he didn’t have a physical body.
  • Barry the Chopper as a human. Not only do the brother’s meet him before Laboratory 5, but Edward and Winry are almost killed by him. 
  • The Tringham brothers
  • By far the most iconic of any of the FMA/FMA:B openings
  • Hughes being crushed by a 12 ft monument of Elicia 
  • Roy and Edward head to head in one of the most epic duels of all time
  • Mini-skirts
  • Al and Martel being really close friends
  • Lust’s character being 176% more important and compelling. 
    • Like… way more important. I personally like the homunculi creation system in the original a lot more than in Brotherhood. With plotlines like that being so different there is no objective ‘better’. But, the way she was created paved the way for not only one of the best character study episodes (35, ‘Reunion of the Fallen’) but one of the best character redemption arcs, as it’s fueled by revelation of character motivation, not a moral change of heart.
    • Speaking of: the dynamic/relationship between Scar and Lust
      • I was genuinely shocked when I first came on Tumblr after finishing the original (before starting Brotherhood) and found absolutely nothing shipping wise between the two. I know now it’s because the majority of the fandom is dedicated to Brotherhood, but still. Maybe it’s just me, but I found their relationship to be one of the most complex and fascinating dynamics in the entire series. 
    • TBH, I think that with the exception of Selim and Greed (and maybe Bradley), the Homunculi in general are way more fleshed out, sympathetic, and so much more intriguing than just the evil bad guy henchmen of Father.
  • The Flame Alchemist, the Bachelor Lieutenant and the Mystery of Warehouse 13
  • One of the most iconic Royai scenes in history
  • Sheska being a much more important character and her being a key player in solving Hughes murder
    • SHESKA AND WINRY BEING BEST FRIENDS 

This is all I’ve got right now just going off the top of my head but I’m sure there are way more please feel free to add anything I missed.

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Please Read!!!

If you say “Where are the other members?” to J-hope or to any other member or to any other different band member please please don’t. I can’t stress this enough that you are hurting them emotionally and it just brings down their self esteem which could impact not only their performance but the other members performances as well. These boys are like brothers, once they see there is something wrong with one another they all get concerned and begin to lose focus.

 You don’t know what they’re going through and how much pressure they’re being put under, so please PLEASE do not say “Where are the other members?” Be glad that they have taken the time to set up a camera and interact with you.

I get that we all prefer a certain member then the rest but that is not an excuse to put down the others just because they are not the ones you find attractive, I see other fans saying this a lot but for some reason the message is not getting through to others. 

Also to the other fans who throw hateful comments to the ones typing the question please do not I repeat do not type those hateful comments, what is even more upsetting then getting asked “Where are the other members?” for the artist is when there are fan wars beginning in the comments.

Please think about how the artist will feel.

I’m sorry for this outburst and I promise you this won’t happen very often, I like my blog to be cute and fun but when people are still not listening I can’t hold back.

  • Seven: So... what's it like dating my brother?
  • MC: Once, I asked him for water while he was pissed at me, and he brought me a glass full of ice and said "Wait."
6 THINGS INFP'S WISH THEY COULD TELL YOU ABOUT THEMSELVES

Being an INFP personality type has a lot of upsides: we see the best in people, we’re thoughtful and creative, and as idealists, we see what could be instead of what is. But it has its downsides, too, not the least of which is that we’re often misunderstood. And often we’re either too polite or too self-conscious to tell you the truth about ourselves.


So here are a few things that I, an INFP, wish people knew about me. If any of these things don’t apply to the INFPs you know, or if you’re an INFP and disagree with these things, I apologize. I’m not trying to speak for all INFPs—we’re a diverse bunch, and I love that about us. But I think most of these apply to most INFPs, and I hope that you learn something from them:


1. We can become absorbed in our own world. But that doesn’t mean we think we’re better than others or more interesting. In fact, we have a deep respect for all humans, and are intensely curious about people. But because we’re introverts, it can be hard for us to get to know other people. Consequently, we’re curious about ourselves and we spend a lot of time studying ourselves. And the more we know, the more we want to know—and we end up losing ourselves in our inner world.


2. We want to know everything about you. Speaking of relationships, please talk to us about everything. We want to know all about you: your deepest secrets and hidden fears and what makes you tick. We don’t want to talk about the weather. We want to know how you slipped in a puddle when you were 10 years old and broke your knee, and ever since, you deliberately splash in puddles because you want to show that nothing can beat you. We want to know how you once got stuck inside a bookstore when it was raining and ended up finding a wonderful new author and making friends with the bookstore cat. We want to know that when it starts raining at night, you always panic for a few seconds because it sounds like footsteps outside.


3. We feel like we don’t fit in. INFPs are an odd mixture of curiosity, introversion, and quirkiness, so we often feel like we don’t fit in. Hence we either withdraw from the world completely and do our own thing or we try to change ourselves to fit in better. But the hermit will always have a part that wants to be accepted, and the people-pleaser will always have a rebellious streak. When we’re young, we INFPs may mask our true nature in an attempt to fit in. It may take us a long time to learn to act “normal.” Once we’ve learned that, it may take us even longer to realize that we don’t have to act normal. So bear with us as we find our place in the world.


4. Don’t make us question our sanity. My brother once pretended he couldn’t see a soccer field as we drove by it. Of course, he later told me he was joking, but here’s the thing about INFPs—we spend a lot of time seriously wondering if we have a mental illness. We can know we’re completely sane, have doctors tell us we’re completely sane, have family assure us we’re completely sane, but still, we just…wonder. Sometimes a part of our brain is pretty sure that all of life is a vivid hallucination and we’re severely schizophrenic. Other times we’re pretty sure that we don’t experience emotions the same way others do so we must be sociopathic. And for INFPs who really do have a mental illness, it’s worse. So please don’t joke about insanity with us. For us, it’s no laughing matter.


5. Our emotions can confuse us. Just because we know all about your emotions doesn’t mean we have the slightest idea what our feelings are. We know that emotions can be tricky, and when something bad happens—like a breakup or the death of a relative who has been ill for a long time—a person can feel so many things, including anger and helplessness but also relief (along with enormous guilt because of the relief). But if you ask us something like, “Do you feel sad about your dad dying?” there’s a very good chance we won’t be able to answer because we have no idea how we feel, or if we feel anything at all. I went through a period of depression after my father died, but while it was going on, I hadn’t the faintest clue that I was depressed. In fact, I thought I didn’t feel any grief at all. Only years later did I realize that I had been grieving, and even now I’m still not sure how I currently feel about my father’s death. I think I’m at a point of acceptance, but who knows? A year from now I might realize that I’m in denial. If we seem confusing to you, it’s nothing to how confusing we are to ourselves.


6. We have a dark side. A lot of people think that INFPs are bundles of sweetness and light, but that’s not always true. Like any other human being, we can be caring at times but we can also be harsh. We can be the nicest and most tender person you know, or we can be judgmental and downright cruel. That’s because we have bad days too. But you can bet that when we lash out at someone with harsh words, we feel guilty about it later.


In the end, being an INFP personality type is not “good” or “bad.” INFPs are complex, contradictory people who know the world can be a dark place—but we choose to see the light.

By Emily E. @ introvertdear.com

List of complete coincidences that do not mean anything at all when compiled but give me hope anyway:

-Wicked has been slated for an upcoming film
-Ben Platt loves Wicked
-The Wicked film has yet to be cast
-Ben Platt will be free of Broadway commitments as of November 20
-Ben Platt’s father will be producing the Wicked movie and his brother once played Fiyero on stage
-Ben Platt has played roles in movies produced by his dad before

tl,dr: I want Ben Platt to be in Wicked

does anyone ever think about the fact that Julian Blackthorn takes the time to draw out expressions Ty doesn’t understand and patiently explain them to him and does anyone ever think about how Julian does everything possible to make sure his autistic little brother grows up with all the love and encouragement possible in a world where if anybody found out about Ty’s autism he would be shunned and separated from his family and does anyone ever think about how even though Julian and most other shadowhunters don’t know anything about autism or the spectrum because their education doesn’t bother to entertain the possibility that shadowhunters can be anything less than physically and mentally perfect he never once regarded his brother as broken or lets Ty feel like there’s anything wrong with him does anyone ever think about that because I do